5377<\/b> Graham Prays For Marilyn Monroe<\/b><\/p>\n
One night in 1962 in a hotel in Seattle, Billy Graham was sound asleep. Suddenly he awoke with what he later described as \u201ca burden to pray for Marilyn Monroe,\u201d the movie actress. When the feeling continued the next day, one of Graham\u2019s associates tried to reach the actress through one of her agents. The agent offered no hope for a meeting immediately. \u201cNot now. Maybe two weeks from now,\u201d he said. <\/p>\n
Two weeks later Marilyn Monroe\u2019s suicide shocked the world. Two weeks was too late. <\/p>\n
5378<\/b> Moody And The Chicago Fire<\/b><\/p>\n
Evangelist D. L. Moody said that his \u201cgreatest mistake\u201d occurred October 8, 1871, On that night in Chicago, he addressed one of the largest crowds of his career. His message was about the Lord\u2019s trial and was based on Pilate\u2019s question, \u201cWhat shall I do then with Jesus?\u201d (Mt. 27:22). <\/p>\n
As Moody concluded, he said, \u201cI wish you would seriously consider this subject, for next Sunday we will speak about the Cross, and at that time I\u2019ll inquire, \u201cWhat will YOU do with Jesus?\u201d\u201d Ira Sankey then sang the closing hymn, which included the lines, \u201cToday the Savior calls; for refuge fly. The storm of justice falls, and death is nigh.\u201d<\/p>\n
But the hymn was never finished, for while Sankey was singing, there was the rush and roar of fire engines on the street outside. That was the night of the great Chicago fire which almost destroyed the whole city. And before the next day, Chicago lay in ashes. \u201cI have never since dared,\u201d said Moody, \u201cto give an audience a week to think of their salvation.\u201d<\/p>\n
5379<\/b> \u201cWill Be Seeing You\u201d? <\/b><\/p>\n
E. Schuyler English told about being approached in the lobby of a hotel by a person he had met earlier on one of two occasions. After exchanging greetings, the man said, \u201cBy the way, the reason I made myself known to you is because my brother frequently mentioned your name. He was a minister and had some of your books in his library.\u201d Continuing the account of that meeting, Dr. English related, \u201cAssuming that this casual acquaintance shared the faith of his brother, I told him what a happy experience I always had when I met a fellow-believer. <\/p>\n
\u201cAt that moment his wife joined us and he introduced me to her. Then he said, \u201cMy brother had all our family\u2019s religion. He used to keep after me to \u201cturn to Christ,\u201d as he put it. Who knows? Maybe I will someday.\u201d It\u2019s getting pretty late, I told him. Today is the day of salvation! \u201cYou sound just like my brother,\u201d he replied. Taking his wife\u2019s arm, he led her away, saying with a smile, \u201cWe\u2019ll be seeing you.\u201d Nine days later I read his name in an obituary column.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014Our Daily Bread<\/i><\/p>\n
5380<\/b> Too Late! Too Late! Too Late! <\/b><\/p>\n
Evangelist D. L. Moody had a class of young men. He had won most of them to Christ, but one had refused to yield. One day he spoke to him, urging him to make his decision. <\/p>\n
\u201cListen, Mr. Moody,\u201d replied the young man, \u201cI\u2019m going West, and after I have made my fortune, when I return, I promise you I will accept Christ.\u201d And he turned away. <\/p>\n
Moody listened with a sad heart. Some weeks later the young man became seriously ill and was taken to the hospital. Moody felt led to visit him, and bending over his bed he again urged him to receive Jesus Christ. But once more, this time in a feeble voice, he refused. <\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Moody,\u201d he said, \u201cI\u2019m going West, and when I come back I\u2019ll become a Christian.\u201d Moody turned away with a heavy heart. <\/p>\n
Finally, one day, the young man, who did get better, came walking briskly up to Moody\u2019s veranda. <\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Moody,\u201d he cried extending his hand, \u201cI have come to say good-bye. I am leaving for the West.\u201d<\/p>\n
Moody laid his hand on his shoulder, and again spoke to him, urging the claims of Christ. The young man became angry and shaking off the hand of the evangelist, he retorted: \u201cMr. Moody, never speak to me again about my soul\u2019s salvation. I have promised you to make the decision when I have returned, but not before. Good-bye.\u201d<\/p>\n
With that he left, and Moody, realizing that something had snapped in his own heart, sat down, disappointed. <\/p>\n
That night Moody was awakened by a loud knocking on his door. Putting his head out of the window, he saw a woman with a shawl wrapped around her. <\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Mr. Moody,\u201d she cried, her voice filled with anguish, \u201ccome quickly. My husband is sick, desperately sick, and I am afraid. Please come at once.\u201d<\/p>\n
In a moment, Moody recognized her as the wife of the young man he had spoken to that afternoon. <\/p>\n
\u201cIt would be of no use,\u201d was his reply. \u201cYour husband gave me his final refusal this afternoon. He has crossed the deadline. It would be useless for me to go.\u201d But because of her entreaties, he got dressed and went. <\/p>\n
As he mounted the steps he saw the young man lying on his back on the bed, his eyes wide open but apparently unconscious of those around him. As he approached, he heard him uttering just two words:<\/p>\n
\u201cToo late! too late! too late!\u201d<\/p>\n
Kneeling down by his side, Moody grasped his hand, opened a Bible and commenced to pray. But the young man paid no attention whatever. He just kept staring up at the ceiling, and crying out:<\/p>\n
\u201cToo late! too late! too late!\u201d<\/p>\n
Moody did everything possible to arouse him, but there was no recognition, and in a few minutes he died, still exclaiming as he had before, \u201cToo late!\u201d<\/p>\n
5381<\/b> Aaron Burr Took Friend\u2019s Advise<\/b><\/p>\n
The story is told of a revival sweeping through the university of Princeton, New Jersey. Aaron Burr came to the president of the university and said, \u201cMr. President, I have made up my mind to consider the claims of Christ. Now Mr. President, what would you do?\u201d And the old president of the university gave him this advice: \u201cBurr, if I were you, I would wait until the excitement of the revival had subsided, and then I would think it out carefully.\u201d<\/p>\n
Aaron Burr bowed his head a moment, and then he said, \u201cMr. President, that is exactly what I will do.\u201d And, it is stated as a fact, that never again in his life did he express a desire to be a Christian, and they say he died without such an expression. <\/p>\n
\u2014J. Wilbur Chapman<\/p>\n
5382<\/b> Just In Time With Passover Blood<\/b><\/p>\n
The rabbis have a legend that on that Passover night when the Israelites were awaiting a signal for their departure, there was in one of the Jewish homes a sick girl, who asked her father repeatedly if the blood had been sprinkled on the lintel of the door. Not satisfied with his repeated assurances that the servant had properly attended to it, she begged him for her sake to go and see. <\/p>\n
He went outside the door and looked and no blood was there. He made haste to bring the basin with the hyssop branch and had just sprinkled the lintel when a shadow fell over him; he looked upward, and lo! the destroying angel was passing by! <\/p>\n
\u2014J. H. Bomberger<\/p>\n
5383<\/b> Suppose One Year To Wait<\/b><\/p>\n
A woman came to Dr. Chalmers one day and said: \u201cDr. Chalmers, I cannot get my child to come to her Saviour. I\u2019ve talked and talked to her, but it\u2019s no use.\u201d The doctor thought to himself that she must be lacking in wisdom, and said, \u201cLet me talk with your daughter by myself, and we will see what may be done.\u201d<\/p>\n
One day he met the daughter and engaged her in conversation. \u201cYou have been bothered a good deal about the matter of your soul\u2019s salvation, haven\u2019t you? Suppose I say to your mother that you don\u2019t want to be talked to about the matter for a whole year, how will that do?\u201d<\/p>\n
The Scottish lassie hesitated a little and then replied: \u201cWell, I don\u2019t think it would be safe to put off the matter for a whole year. Something might happen! I might die before then.\u201d \u201cYes, that\u2019s so,\u201d replied the doctor. \u201cSuppose we say six months.\u201d The daughter didn\u2019t think that even that would be safe. \u201cWell, then, how about three months?\u201d After a brief hesitation the daughter replied, \u201cI don\u2019t think it is safe to put it off at all.\u201d They knelt together and in a few moments the daughter was radiantly saved. <\/p>\n
\u2014Memorial Addresses<\/i><\/p>\n
5384<\/b> Needless Battle Deaths<\/b><\/p>\n
While in session at the National Religious Broadcasters\u2019 Convention I learned that in the Battle of New Orleans, in the War of 1812, 2,070 American and British soldiers were needlessly killed. The Armistice had been signed, hostilities had been declared officially over but, due to the lack of communications, the soldiers in that battle didn\u2019t know of the Armistice and fought on, with a tragic loss of life. <\/p>\n
I thought of another tragic loss of lives\u2014and souls\u2014which must be traced to the failure of those who have known, for so long, the blessed facts of the gospel\u2014of God\u2019s gracious gift of His Son as man\u2019s Saviour and of His offer of eternal life to all men\u2014and yet have failed to bear the news to every land. Here is no lack of means of communication\u2014we have the equipment, the money, even the men\u2014our trouble is probably that we are unconcerned, in spite of all the moving sermons and songs we hear and sing and say. <\/p>\n
\u2014Wilbur E. Nelson<\/p>\n
5385<\/b> Legend Of Satan\u2019s Strategy<\/b><\/p>\n
A modern fable tells about how his Satanic Majesty solved the problem of the loss of patronage in his Infernal Domain. It seems that he found there were still many \u201cprospects\u201d on the Planet Earth. But why weren\u2019t they coming to him? <\/p>\n
After cudgeling his brain until both horns hurt, he decided he\u2019d use Earth\u2019s method for solving problems. He\u2019d have a contest. <\/p>\n
So \u2026 he gathered all his little Imps together and explained the problem. \u201cOne week from today,\u201d he growled, \u201cwe will meet together right here \u2026 and the one who has the best solution to the problem of our lack of business will receive an asbestos helmet and a gold pitchfork.\u201d<\/p>\n
Since the prizes offered were so attractive, the little Imps of Satan diligently picked their own and each other\u2019s brain all week. Came the Big Day, and many were the suggestions offered, but Brother Brimstone won the prize. What was unique about his Big Idea? Listen! <\/p>\n
\u201cFirst,\u201d chortled Brimstone, \u201cwe will pick out a nice, juicy prospect. Then we will put our arm around his shoulder and say, \u201cTell me, Mr. Smith, how would you like to go to Heaven when you die?\u201d Naturally he\u2019ll say yes, so then we proceed. \u201cThen here\u2019s what you\u2019ll have to do: Stop that heavy drinking and carousing, stay away from your neighbor\u2019s wife \u2026\u201d\u201d He was interrupted by a clamor from the rest of the Imps. <\/p>\n
\u201cWhose side are you on \u2026 anyhow?\u201d they screamed. <\/p>\n
But Brother Brimstone had anticipated their clamor. He held up one front hoof to quiet them. \u201cHear me out,\u201d he smiled, \u201cI then whisper in his ear: \u201cBut you don\u2019t have to start doing those things right now \u2026 just SOME MORE CONVENIENT TIME!\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
And Brimstone got the prize. <\/p>\n
\u2014Western Voice<\/i><\/p>\n
5386<\/b> On Satan\u2019s Strategy<\/b><\/p>\n
A minister of the Gospel determined on one occasion to preach on the text, \u201cNow is the accepted time; behold, now is the day of salvation.\u201d While in his study thinking, he fell asleep and dreamed that he was carried into hell and sat down in the midst of a conclave of lost spirits. They were assembled to devise means whereby they might get at the souls of men. <\/p>\n
One rose and said, \u201cI will go to the earth and tell men that the Bible is all a fable, that it is not divinely appointed of God.\u201d No, that will not do. Another said, \u201cLet me go: I will tell men that there is no God, no Saviour, no Heaven, no hell.\u201d \u201cNo, that will not do; we cannot make men believe that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Suddenly one arose and with a wise mien suggested, \u201cNo, I will journey to the world of men, and tell them that there is a God, that there is a Saviour, that there is a Heaven\u2014yes, and a hell, too; but I\u2019ll tell them there is NO HURRY; tomorrow will do.\u201d And they sent him. <\/p>\n
\u2014Biblical Treasury<\/i><\/p>\n
5387<\/b> More On Satan\u2019s Strategy<\/b><\/p>\n
A good, old monk had a dream, and he told it around the monastery fire to the brethren. And he said, \u201cBrethren, I had a strange dream last night; I saw a council of devils held in hell, and they were met in order to take counsel how to defeat the work of God on earth, and one of Satan\u2019s servants said to him, \u201cMy master, I saw a cargo of missionaries going to foreign lands to preach the Gospel, and I raised a storm and sank the vessel.\u201d \u201cThou hast done nothing to stay the work of God.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen another servant of Satan stood forth and said, \u201cMy master, I have caused books to be written against God, and against all that is good and holy and pure.\u201d \u201cWell,\u201d said Satan, \u201cthat is better than what your brother did, but they won\u2019t believe you. I have been trying to persuade them that there is no God, or heaven, or hell for six thousand years past, and they believe in it almost as much as ever.\u201d \u201cWhat hast thou done?\u201d said Satan to another, one of particularly diabolical countenance\u2014and he said, \u201cOh, my satanic master, let me tell you, let me tell you what I have done. There was a mission going on in a certain city, and I attended every service of the mission, and I said to the vast congregation, \u201cEvery word that that stranger says is eternally true; God loves you, Jesus died for you, the Holy Spirit pleads with you, you can get perfect peace in your soul,\u201d but at the close of each service as the congregation was going out, I used to whisper in their ears, \u201cPut it off till to-morrow, don\u2019t come to any decision, put it off till to-morrow.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c\u201cHa! ha! thou hast my satanic blessing!\u201d said Satan, \u201cthou hast done more than all the rest to defeat the counsel and purpose of God for their salvation.\u201d\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014George C. Grubb<\/p>\n
5388<\/b> \u201cSomething More Awful\u201d<\/b><\/p>\n
A celebrated preacher of the seventeenth century described the terrors of the last judgment with such eloquence, that some of his audience burst into tears, and sent forth piercing cries as if the Judge himself had been present, and was about to pass upon them their final sentence. In the height of this excitement, the preacher called upon them to dry their tears, and cease their cries, as he was about to add something still more awful and astonishing than any thing he had yet brought before them. <\/p>\n
With solemn voice, he said, \u201cIn one-quarter of an hour from this time, the emotions which you have just now exhibited will be stifled; the remembrance of the fearful truths which excited them will vanish; you will return to your carnal occupations or sinful pleasures with your usual avidity; and you will treat all you have heard as a tale that is told.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014Foster<\/p>\n
5389<\/b> The Clothes Without The Baby<\/b><\/p>\n
Someone has illustrated the value of a soul with a modern parable. A householder took a trip into a far country and left with his servant a child and the child\u2019s clothes. After awhile he returned and the servant said to him: \u201cSir, here are all the child\u2019s clothes. They are in excellent condition\u2014clean, and mended, and pressed. But as for the child, I know not where it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
So in the last day someone will say, \u201cLord, here is my body. I have neglected nothing that belongs to it. It is strong, and well, and beautiful. But as for my soul I have lost it!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014The Presbyterian<\/i><\/p>\n
5390<\/b> An Unanswerable Question<\/b><\/p>\n
A Welsh minister, beginning his sermon, leaned over the pulpit and said with a solemn air, \u201cFriends, I have a question to ask. I cannot answer it. You cannot answer it. If an angel from heaven were here, he could not answer it. If a devil from hell were here, he could not answer it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every eye was fixed on the speaker, who proceeded. \u201cThe question is this, \u201cHow shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation?\u201d\u201d (Heb. 2:3)<\/p>\n
\u2014Free Methodist<\/i><\/p>\n
5391<\/b> The Unclaimed Reward<\/b><\/p>\n
Some years ago, a Scottish friend of mine, while walking the streets of Johannesburg, South Africa, happened to glance in the gutter, and saw a piece of paper on which was written in large let ters: \u201cFive thousand pounds reward!\u201d<\/p>\n
Moved with curiosity, to say nothing of the desire to possess the substantial reward, he stooped down and retrieved the paper. It turned out to be a four-page gospel tract. On opening it he read: \u201cFive thousand pounds will be paid to the person or persons who can answer the following question: \u201cHow shall we escape, if we neglect so great salvation?\u201d\u201d Needless to say, the reward remains unclaimed unto this day! <\/p>\n
\u2014Alfred P. Gibbs<\/p>\n
5392<\/b> Common Problem With Gas Attendant<\/b><\/p>\n
It was the beginning of a holiday weekend, and the service station was crowded with motorists and cars. Finally the attendant hustled up to the local minister, who had been waiting in line for quite some time. <\/p>\n
\u201cSorry about the delay,\u201d the attendant apologized. \u201cIt seems as if everyone waits until the last minute to get ready for the trip he\u2019s planned.\u201d<\/p>\n
The pastor smiled. \u201cI know what you mean,\u201d he said, \u201cI have the same problem in my business.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2014Gospel Herald<\/i><\/p>\n
5393<\/b> Epigram On Salvation (Neglect of)<\/b><\/p>\n
\u2022 What shall I do, this side of the tomb, to be lost? The answer is NOTHING! <\/p>\n
\u2022 He who provides for this life, but takes no care for eternity, is wise for a moment, but a fool forever. <\/p>\n
\u2014Tillotson<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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